MUSIC POURED out of the entrance of the small honky-tonk. Country music spilled out through the open door and beated against my chest as if trying to break the barriers around my heart. I smiled as I looked at Kenna. I can almost see the Kenna I knew ten years ago. Other than her hair being a bit shorter, and her style having changed from the low cut-off jeans and halter tops to the skin-tight dress that hugged her hips, she looked the same to me. Of course, she always had grace and class, even

when she was three sheets to the wind. But the wildness in her, the fire...